Are dreams trying to tell us something?

I don't mean in the Freudian snake means a penis type thing.

And I know that if you are going through a trying time at work or in your personal life, your brain is not just going to switch off when you go to sleep.  I understand that my dream about working at a till was because I had just done a 12 hour shift AT a till.

But recently, well over the last few years or so, I have been having dreams that, although they vary in theme, are always set around the same place - a building, or group of buildings - that I have never, ever seen, or at least do not recall seeing.

One set of dreams involved a white, single storey shopping complex.  It was set in a green surrounding which doesn't exist as I know the road that I 'drove' out on to.  The first time this property appeared in my dream, I was taking my original Fiat 500 to be repaired in the specialist garage there.  I don't own a Fiat 500, original or otherwise.

The building next appeared in a dream a few nights later.  This time I was shopping.  As I walked down the lane (no car this time), one of my bags broke.  A handy table was at the side of the road and I put all my shopping on there to try and sort it back into the remaining bags.  The Police came along and arrested me for shoplifting as I could not find my receipts.

A few nights later I was back, with Mum and Dad, for my day in court - apparently the garage/retail shop emporium had one of those too - but I never actually made it to court as I woke up.

Another property was at the seaside.  In one dream I was with a group of people, some I knew, some were the 'I know you in the dream but have no idea who you actually are, or even if you exist', type that always seem to pop up.  

We were walking away from the sea front and passed a big white house with a huge balcony.  A few nights later, the house was in my dream again, but this time I owned it and I was looking at the street I had previously walked down from inside it.

I have not dreamt of either of these places again.

Did the dreams mean something?  Were they trying to tell me anything?  Or, as is more likely, were the random firing of my synapses creating coherent images?

Will we ever know?

Nursery Rhymes, cute or evil?

I was laying in bed listening to the rain hitting the window and this popped into my head..

It's raining, it's pouring,

The old man is snoring.

He went to bed,

And bumped his head,

And couldn't get up in the morning.

Something that I was taught and encouraged to recite as a child, but it got me thinking.  What is it about?  Are we encouraging children to find pleasure in an old man who, at the very least, has incapacitated himself badly.

I started to think about other nursery rhymes that we were all taught as children.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and cockleshells,

And pretty maids all in a row.

Here we have a rhyme about Mary I of England, or 'Bloody Mary' as she came to be known.  Silver Bells and cockleshells were instruments of torture, silver bells being thumbscrews and cockleshells being attached somewhat lower on the male body. The pretty maids were the guillotines and the garden the cemetery where the bodies were buried.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,

See how they run, see how they run,

They all ran after the farmer's wife

Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,

Did you ever see such a thing in your life

As three blind mice.

Now this is pretty horrific already, three mice, already compromised by being blind, are now left in agony by having their tails chopped off.  However, this is yet another rhyme about Bloody Mary.

The three mice were three nobleman who realised that the Queen was not fit to reign and were discovered and burnt at the stake for treason.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

All the King's horses and all the King's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Humpty Dumpty was the name of a cannon which sat on top of a fort wall.  The cannon fell and broke, when the soldiers tried to repair it they were slaughtered by their opponents.

Goosey, goosey gander,

Where shall I wander?

Upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber

There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers.

So I took him by his left leg and threw him down the stairs.

Again, a tale pretty violent in its own right.  Goosey or Goose is believed to be 16th Century slang for a prostitute, in fact the red bumps caused by STI were known as Goose Bumps (remember that next time you are cold and tell everyone you have Goose Bumps).  The punishment for refusing to convert to the Church of England and say prayers in English instead of Latin as the Catholic faith required at the time, was having your legs tied together and being thrown down the stairs.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children, she didn't know what to do;

She gave them some broth without any bread;

Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

Then out went th' old woman to bespeak 'em a coffin,

And when she came back, she found 'em all a-loffeing.

And finally, for now anyway, we have a woman who has too many children to cope with, so she starves them and beats them adn then leaves them alone in bed whilst she goes and buys coffins for them.  Lovely.